Words for Wednesday: January bare branches

blogimg_6997January always seems like such a long month especially since we are usually caught in the throes of blustery winter weather where I live.

Snow, ice, blasts of frigid temperatures, bleak and often dismal skies. That’s usually the norm here every January. And this first month of 2019 proves no different from years past.

I happened upon this poem one day while gleaning for thoughts on our coldest season of the year and it seemed to perfectly accompany a photo I took in the dead of a January winter a couple of years ago.  The poem’s ending also fits well with the ideas of light rolling around in my mind for over a week now.

January Morn

Bare branches of each tree
on this chilly January morn
look so cold so forlorn.
Gray skies dip ever so low
left from yesterday’s dusting of snow.
Yet in the heart of each tree
waiting for each who wait to see
new life as warm sun and breeze will blow,
like magic, unlock springs sap to flow,
buds, new leaves, then blooms will grow.

Like heart and soul in every man
who let their light grow ever dim
a spark still burns low within
longing to burst forth, to shine again.
Like bare branches on a January morn
don’t feel cold, don’t feel forlorn.
Our Heavenly Father like warm spring sun
like gentle warm wind when called upon
will make each light burn bright again. 

By Nelda Hartman

January won’t last forever and neither will winter weather. Soon spring will burst forth in all its glory and winter will be frozen into the past until next year.

What’s January like in the area where you live?

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Words for Wednesday: only light, only love

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“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.

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Words for Wednesday: Forgotten

blogblank pageIn this new year, let’s fill it with forgotten things. 

“Each New Year, we have before us a brand new book containing 365 blank pages. Let us fill them with all the forgotten things from last year—the words we forgot to say, the love we forgot to show, and the charity we forgot to offer.” ~ Peggy Toney Horton

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Words for Wednesday: Keeping Christmas

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It’s the day after Christmas, but I’m not ready to let go yet. So these pictures show you just a few sights I captured with my camera this season.

It’s the day after Christmas, but I’m not ready to let go yet. And who says we must? We should keep thoughts of Christmas in our hearts all year long.

Thoughts of kindness.

Thoughts of sharing.

Thoughts of goodwill towards men.

Thoughts of love.

Thoughts of hope.

Thoughts of peace.

And thoughts of the King of kings – Jesus. Because even though we just celebrated His birthday, He gave us the ultimate gift when He died on the cross for us. His gift of salvation lasts forever and ever and ever. Hallelujah! 

“It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air.” ~  W.T. Ellis

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Words for Wednesday: global

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A child. A tiny babe. Born in an animal shelter of the lowliest way and laid in a feeding trough – a manger.

Yet a King. A King to save the world. If only the world would receive Him.

The Messiah. The long-awaited One.  God in the flesh. A global gift.

What Child is this who, laid to rest
On Mary’s lap is sleeping?
Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.

Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,
The cross be borne for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
Come peasant, king to own Him;
The King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.

Raise, raise a song on high,
The Virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

(What Child Is This – words by  William Chatterton Dix, 1865)

“And it came to pass in those days that a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered. This census first took place while Quirinius was governing Syria.  So all went to be registered, everyone to his own city.  Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and lineage of David, to be registered with Mary, his betrothed wife, who was with child. So it was, that while they were there, the days were completed for her to be delivered. And she brought forth her firstborn Son, and wrapped Him in swaddling cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.”~ Luke 2: 1-7

May all the world rejoice! Let earth receive her King.

“The very purpose of Christ’s coming into the world was that he might offer up his life as a sacrifice for the sins of men. He came to die. This is the heart of Christmas.” ~ Rev. Billy Graham

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Words for Wednesday: Thanksgiving table

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On this 21st day of my 30 Days of Thanks Giving, I’m thankful to be able to prepare not just one table to gather my loved ones around for a feast of good food, but the room to set another table as well.  Fifteen family members will gather to give thanks in our home.

Family. A warm house to gather in. Enough food to satisfy our hunger. And faith in the God who provides it all. 

What more could I be thankful for?

“If I have enjoyed the hospitality of the Host of this universe, Who daily spreads a table in my sight, surely I cannot do less than acknowledge my dependence.”  ~ G.A. Johnston Ross

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Words for Wednesday: to market

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To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,

Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.

To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,

Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.

To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,

Home again, home again, market is done.

That little nursery rhyme came to my mind when we visited an indoor farmers market on a little excursion in late summer. 

In our neck of the woods, there are a couple of small outdoor farmers markets where we can support our local farmers. But Central Market in downtown Lancaster, Pennsylvania was on our to-see, to-do list because we wanted our granddaughter to experience going to a farmers market on a grander scale.

In addition, this market holds the distinction of being the oldest, continuously running public farmers market in the United States. The building, where more than 60 local vendors sell their goods, dates back to 1889.  But the market was established in Lancaster in 1730.

This Nana grew up in the country where my grandparents and parents always had large gardens. So a lot of our fresh food came from our own plot of land. Milk came from a nearby dairy farmer and later it was delivered by the milkman to our insulated milk box on the porch.  Fresh eggs came from a chicken farmer’s wife who delivered them each week to our doorstep.

But Papa grew up in the city. Smack dab in the city where you stepped outside the front door of his home, walked down steps to the sidewalk, and then you were on the street.  No grass anywhere, not even his back yard which was covered in bricks.

So there was no place for a garden. Fresh food came from the supermarket, but every week his mother also went to the city farmers market. Papa has fond memories of going there with his mom and of the delectable food purchased.  I too remember when we would visit my in-laws, going to market with my mother-in-law as such an enjoyable experience.

So on our excursion one hot summer morning, we walked up and down the aisles of this Lancaster farmers market taking in all the sights and aromas of the produce, fresh meat and poultry, cheeses, baked goods, flowers, and herbs there.

I sipped a cool, refreshing, just made spearmint iced tea in between capturing photos. Every aisle proved enticing and we had a chance to support local farmers there, such an important thing to do. Without farmers, where would many folks get good, nourishing food?

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“People don’t realize or appreciate how the food at the market gets there.” ~ John Hull

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Words for Wednesday: autumn

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As I wait for my favorite season of all – fall, I’ve been looking back over photos I’ve taken in years past. This one remains one of my favorites.

A favorite photo for a favorite season. And some descriptive words found in my notebook of quotations to accompany it.

Seems fitting for this Words for Wednesday post.

Autumn 

When the trees their summer splendor
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year.
~ Carol L. Riser

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